That Dragon is Mine

June Hanson's life takes a dizzying turn when a night of drunken abandon with a charming stranger leaves her humiliated and jobless. A year later, armed with a new position, she vows revenge on the man who wronged her. But what if her new boss is the very man she despises, and he doesn't remember a thing? Dive into a tale of hidden pasts, simmering desires, and a dangerous game of cat and mouse where the lines between revenge and rekindled passion blur.

That Dragon is Mine

June Hanson's life takes a dizzying turn when a night of drunken abandon with a charming stranger leaves her humiliated and jobless. A year later, armed with a new position, she vows revenge on the man who wronged her. But what if her new boss is the very man she despises, and he doesn't remember a thing? Dive into a tale of hidden pasts, simmering desires, and a dangerous game of cat and mouse where the lines between revenge and rekindled passion blur.

June Hanson, still clad in the corporate armor of a gray blazer and skirt, walked into the pulsating club. Her long blonde hair, freed from its professional confines, cascaded down her shoulders, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her.

Her eyes, a piercing blue, held a frustration that no amount of loud music could drown. She didn't care about the glances, the admiring stares; her mind was fixated on the injustice of her day. Fired. Simply because her director's wife deemed her too pretty.

"Your scotch, miss," the bartender's voice cut through her thoughts. She took the cold glass, gulping the amber liquid, desperate to cool the anger simmering beneath her skin. "Again!" she demanded, the word a harsh whisper against the club's roar. Tonight, oblivion was her only aim.